I write this blog, not with the intention of enriching your existence — I mean, look at the damn title — but to instead stick an all-new spin on our collective, pandemic-induced whinging. Because honestly, the only thing more tiring than being stuck indoors all year is retreading the same old sentiments.
Not sure what I mean? Here’s a challenge: every time you see 2020 described as ‘unprecedented’, ‘troubling’ or ‘difficult’, stick a quid in the ‘Trope Jar’. By the time we’re out of lockdown, not only will the PlayStation 5 be back in widespread stock, you’ll have enough money…
It’s early; that haunting kind of early where there’s nobody else out, the air is eerily still and every hill and valley feels like your own personal playground. I run unfettered along walkways, beneath overpasses, across those patches of grass that brighten up the Milton Keynes pavements. I have total freedom. This world outside my window is a veritable Garden of Eden. Pity, then, that I feel like hot shit.
I stop. Double vision kicks in and my head sways drunkenly. I almost crack it against the lamppost that I’m leaning on for support. “You’re doing great!”, my best friend…
Ryan Scully
Can write about almost anything, so long as it’s not a personal bio.
